seedy underbelly

2tired2care  asked:

Pst hi I LOVE YOUR FICS you have no idea how much they give me life <3 <3 I came across this really cute (and frankly heartbreaking) AU: "[burgler gently wakes me] you live like this?" (stolen from a post I saw on fb) and I kinda just need Stiles to do everything he can to make Derek's life better? THANK YOU SO MUCH :D

It IS frankly heartbreaking… which means I’m totally into it.

(now also on AO3!)


Derek definitely went to sleep alone. He always does, these days. It doesn’t explain why he drifts awake in the middle of the night to the feeling of someone lightly poking his shoulder.

It’s probably not a good sign that when he opens his eyes and sees a gangly teenage boy in a red hoodie and grubby-looking black fingerless gloves standing over him, he doesn’t startle. His claws don’t come out; his eyes don’t flash. He just feels… resigned.

“You live like this?” the guy says, soft. Almost pitying. “I mean. You actually live here?”

That seems too obvious, not to mention too insulting, to merit a response. “What are you doing here?” Derek asks instead. His voice comes out low and rough. This is the first time in days he’s had any reason to say anything. “This is private property.”

The guy shifts on his feet and sticks his hands under his armpits uncomfortably. “Okay, straight to the awkward questions. I like that.”

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Add it up if you... (Yuri!!! On Ice edition)

1. Flew to a different continent to chase this cute guy you were drunk dancing with once - $6.00

2. Named your dog after your idol - $2.00

3. Took your dream guy to the top of Barcelona to tell him you’ve been thinking about him and his soldier’s eyes for 5 years - $5.00

4. Choreographed an entire routine to spite your ex - $5.00

BONUS: named yourself as the EVIL WITCH in the routine - $0.50

5. Got the guy you met 3 days ago to suck your finger on international TV - $4.00

6. Made the ultimate dream collaboration of music and sport culminating in The Theme of King JJ - $10.00

7. Snuck into a club while underaged - $4.00

8. Stripped and pole danced at a banquet - $3.00

9. Slicked back your hair and made Eros your bitch - $2.00

10. Was unable to resist posting a selfie and giving your location away - $5.00

11. Thought Otabek Altin was hot (this is the freebie on the board because everyone and their mothers thinks Otabek Altin is hot) - $1.00

12. Ceased to be Human - $10.00

13. Orgasmed on the ice - $7.00

14. Jump kicked someone across the room - $3.00

15. Have a tag for your bulge - $4.00

16. Invented katsudon pirozhki because you are the best grandpa in the world what a treasure you are Nikolai - $20.00

17. Wear your sunglasses on your head like a total asshole - minus $0.50

18. Dressed like a rainbow bird and/or feather duster unironically - $3.00

19. Like music - $0.50

20. Don’t like hot pot - $1.00

21. Totally definitely don’t have a giant crush on your twin sister what are you talking about - minus $10.00

22. Are an assassin in Shanghai’s seedy underbelly but this is your last job - $3.00

23. Ate too many buns OH NO - minus $0.25

24. Dumped a hockey player - $3.00

25. Have an undercut - $0.10

26. Can bench press Yuri Plisetsky - $3.00

27. Find food sexy - $2.00

BONUS: compared your sexuality to katsudon - $1.00

28. Dedicated your entire skating season to a movie - $6.00

29. Went bald because all your skaters are Very Extra TM - $7.00

30. Had the most heartwarming airport reunion in all of recorded human history - $9.00

31. Said “Salut” to Stephane Lambiel like it’s nbd - $4.00

32. Cried on the rink - $2.00

33. Have an amazing ass - $3.00

34. Gave your boyfriend something gold and shiny that he feels like kissing - $5.00

35. Were born to make history - $20.00

@kawaiilo-ren and I made a thing because we love YOI too much.

Inspired by this post.

3.5/5 Stars.

Reading this book is like being immersed in a dark and sometimes magical fairytale. There’s such a striking balance of whimsy and depravity.

The story centers around Rose and Pierrot, both abandoned at birth at a Montreal orphanage shortly before the Great Depression. The two children are drawn to each other from a young age, linked by their complementary talents: guileless Pierrot is a piano prodigy and feisty Rose choreographs comedic dance routines.

Separated as teenagers, Rose and Pierrot are swallowed by the seedy underbelly of Montreal. Rose takes up with a dangerous and possessive gangster, while Pierrot becomes addicted to heroin. But neither can let go of the memory of the other, and their mutual dream of putting on a real show.

Going into this, I was pleasantly surprised by how dark and gritty and perverted it was; since “whimsy” and “magic” aren’t really my thing, the darkness keep me engaged. Though out of my usual comfort zone, I’m glad I gave it a chance. O'Neill writes with joy, sadness and conviction about the corrupting powers of the world and the yearning to retain innocence in spite of it all, concluding with a final page that really cements the tragedy of this dichotomy.

I suspect many readers will enjoy this book—so long as they’re prepared for the darker aspects of it.

Superhero Comic pitch

From seedy underbelly to high society, no-one escapes their gaze - and nobody realizes they’re there.  Crime and grime vanish before The Janitors!

From the zealous maverick Rita (alias New Broom) to the old faithfuls who know where the dirt is, they gather information, make their plans, and work with each other’s quirks and schedules to keep their city safe and upper brass honest.  Justice gets done - and so does the linen.

missisjoker  asked:

Hey there, I just recently joined the fandom (2 weeks ago, came for nude boys and stayed for Stiles)- and i am right now in Sterek hell because those two idiots are perfect together. Do you have any recommendations for 1) fics where Derek is sassing up Stiles (cause he is sassy, but we don't see that side of him in the tv show cause it's drowned by all the angst) and b) fics where Derek realizes he wants Stiles for himself when Stiles starts dating Malia? (you're dating a wrong Hale, dude)

ahh welcome to the fandom friend!! we have a sassy!derek tag which i can update for you and anything revolving around your second request would probably be found in either the season 3b tag or the season 4 tag

The Art of War (And Building Really Big Balloons) by coconutcranberries (orphan_account) (1/3 | 2,933 | NR)

Derek stood in the muted quiet of the dank pub, and clenched his fist around the handle of his briefcase. He knew of Stilinski’s reputation, the reputation of his crew. The seedy underbelly of London was far from quiet, and Derek had been hearing whispers for a long time now, whispers of a boy with the ingenuity to make monsters out of metal, creatures of clockwork, ships of steel. That was precisely why Derek was here.

Sound the trumpets by Nival_Vixen (1/1 | 1,241 | PG13)

Stiles has become an accidental and unwilling parent to a cygnet. In a fit of sleep deprivation and overdose of Red Bull, he named it Derek. At least, that’s what he told the rest of the pack. 

The Complete Set

Written for the prompt overlord @inkstainedcoffeecup inspired by this tweet thread (though its a modification of what she actually prompted)

Set Late Season 2-ish

Returning to her desk from the bathroom, Kate Beckett strolled confidently through the bullpen, nodding to her coworkers as she passed them by. She and her team had just wrapped up another successful case and she was looking forward to a few days without tracking down a killer—assuming the seedy underbelly of New York would comply.

As she rounded the corner of the hall leading towards her desk, Kate saw before her a sight that while not unusual was peculiar nonetheless. Ryan was seated at his desk with Esposito and Castle crowded on either side of him; they all appeared to be studying something intently. She rolled her eyes, initially thinking it was something mildly salacious on Ryan’s computer screen, but the closer she got she realized the screensaver was on, and their focus was on something resting on Ryan’s desk.

“What are you boys doing?” she asked a bit louder than necessary in hopes of startling them. She did and they all jumped apart while unanimously proclaiming, “Nothing!”

Kate narrow her eyes as she gazed at each guilty man’s face trying to interpret their nervousness. She studied them for the better part of a minute, mostly just to make them sweat, before saying, “Nothing means something. Let’s see it.”

She held out her hand and the boys crowded protectively around Ryan’s seat. “No; it’s nothing.”

With an eye roll and long suffering exhale, Kate stepped forward and reached through them to grasp at the pages sitting in front of Ryan’s keyboard. While the boys chorused, “No! Wait! Don’t!” she yanked the magazine forward and held it open in her left hand to examine it.

Though she had half been expecting a scantily clad model in GQ or even an article with a get-better-at-sex type theme, she was utterly floored to discover they were not only looking at a women’s magazine, but a quiz in a women’s magazine! “’Your coffee habits will reveal the hair color of your next boyfriend’?” She read with a squeak. “Guys!”

Ryan stood from his desk and quickly attempted damage control. “It’s, ah, Jenny’s…she left it…in my bag…”

She arched a skeptical eyebrow at them before gazing back down at the page. Honestly! The quiz seemed more fitted for a teen magazine than anything else. “I see. Well I can’t wait to meet your next beau, Espo.”

The detective squeaked. “Me!? Wha—no! Castle was taking the quiz!”

Kate rotated her head so she could stare at the writer. He appeared mortified and she could hardly contain the laugh bubbling in her chest. Fighting to keep her expression neutral she tilted her head to the side and said, “Was he now? And here I was so adamant to Natalie Rhodes that you weren’t gay…”

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Petition for a black and white, 40s throwback, film noir episode, yeah? Betty with pin curls and Jughead in a fedora, meeting for secret rendezvous in a back alley behind Pop’s as they investigate the seedy underbelly of Riverdale… I’ve ruined myself with the need for this

The Signs as shit Calvin Fischoeder has done

Aries: gambled with children

Taurus: pretended to have a fake family so he could get laid

Gemini: showed Bob the seedy underbelly of the Wharf with his dick out

Cancer: bought a giant mechanical shark

Leo: performed a song about bourbon and laid down in the ice rink so Felix could (barely) jump over him.

Virgo: gave Bob a box of envelopes for Christmas

Libra: sold the kids a broken bumper car for three bucks

Scorpio: raised everyone’s rent unnecessarily high just for attention

Sagitarrius: laid down on his belly on a dirty sidewalk so he could feed a squirrel cotton candy

Capricorn: was almost indirectly responsible for the deaths of several people when the roller coaster collapsed

Aquarius: set up a folding chair in front of a bank so he could watch a robbery

Pisces: drummed on the door and sang a song so Felix would feel better

Oh boy.

So the Sponsored By Nobody podcast has decided to put out an “expose” of the “seedy underbelly” of gaming that led to the firing of the former Exalted developers.

Never mind that they sexually harassed potential freelancers (Including telling me I had to break up with my boyfriend to work for them). Never mind that their product was three years late. Never mind that they savagely defended their slew of rape charms as on-theme and edgy-cool. THEY’RE PERSECUTED YOU GUYS. ALL THE EVIDENCE IS ON THEIR SIDE never mind that this investigative report only references the developer claims.

Please downvote this thread into oblivion. My employers don’t deserve this.


First Look at Duncan Jones’ Sci-Fi Noir ‘Mute’ 

“Set in the near-future, Leo (Alexander Skarsgård) is a bartender living in the pulsing city of Berlin.  Because of a childhood accident, Leo lost the ability to speak and the only good thing in his life is his beautiful girlfriend Naadirah (Seyneb Saleh). When she vanishes without a trace, Leo’s search for her takes him deep into the city’s seedy underbelly.  A pair of wise-cracking American surgeons (Paul Rudd and Justin Theroux) are the only recurring clue and Leo is forced to take on this teeming underworld in order to find his love.”

anonymous asked:

sugardaddy gradence au where graves is a rich corrupt cop and credence is a young homeless prostitute. credence is picking up customers at a bar graves frequents, graves takes him home once and keeps coming back for more, which is all good and simple until one week credence doesnt show up and graves realises he's so worried because he happened to develop Feelings

ahh man. i like this. i feel sort of like graves is the kind of cop that’s– too good almost? the whole abiding the law to-a-T type thing, works overtime every night, too much black coffee, ruthless and focused, utterly, on the job to the point that his wife is his work and his desk is his bed. for days on end, sometimes. so this, i think, gives a lot of opportunity for vices (like smoking [also i’m going to make no pretense at not completely riffing off @drawsaurus‘s amazing ideas for any of this)], and picking up hookers is one of them. he is always clean and professional about it, treats them well, pays them– tips them, even, when it’s deserved in his egalitarian mind– but he’s never been snagged on one emotionally, before. 

everything about credence is glittering and badly-applied and filthily maybe-underage, eyes and hair dark as the seedy underbelly of the city graves is sworn to protect. when he wears a skirt the second time (upon request), it’s too-tight, silverscale sequined, and short enough to reveal the downy dark hair on his slender thighs. graves thinks: lovely. 

he’s too lovely; graves doesn’t realize how deeply and thoroughly he’s captured until he’s making frantic calls at the station in the middle of the night, making phone calls about a boy– no, young man, sorry– who’s gone missing somewhere near 5th and hawthorne, that sinful street, that bad-news type of area with all the strip clubs and cabarets that officer percival graves has never set foot in, no sir, of course not– 

York and Tex Look for the D

@illumynare​ asked: Angst War Prompt: Something’s gone wrong with the implant. York can’t hear Delta talk anymore.

Words: 2625

Characters: Agent York, Agent Texas, The Director

Relationships: None

Warnings: Suicide, Major Character Death, Blood, Mental Trauma

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It’s the rumors that let Tex know something’s wrong, at first. Nothing defined, just hints, whispers. Chatter on the radio. And nothing from York himself. That in itself is what’s most telling; York likes to keep in touch, for his own reassurance if nothing else.

Last she heard, he was on Old Earth, in Kenya. When one man is the needle, a country is an awfully big haystack, but Tex has a fast bike and a faster brain, and she doesn’t need to sleep. She’ll find him.

Eventually she finds herself in Voi. It doesn’t take long to find the seedy underbelly, start talking to the criminals and the homeless and the drifters, have you seen, do you know –

“You lookin’ for dah soldah?” rasps a bum, three crumbling teeth left in his black cavern of a face. “Military man?”

Tex nods, removing her helmet, and crouches down to place credit chips in his trembling palm. “Yes,” she says. “Where is he?”

“Likes to hang out undah de bridge,” cackles the man, pointing. “He craziah dan I am! Hah!”

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never about me, always about you
tied to my ankle like an iron anchor
dragging, pulling me under to the
seedy underbelly of a city we dared
to never enter again, a city we
burned to the ground with hands
& teeth constructed to sear the
wounds gaping a city so cancerous,
we died a little each day we spent
aching, attempting to survive a
chemical reaction to the dire need
of an ugly little thing called love–
you swore to love me, only me,
but you’re caught up in the webs
of your own demise, don’t you
understand i tried to pop your
bubble dreams & build you a
reality with me– don’t you
know i loved you through
thick & thin; i cried for you every
night, every day, every hour–
you wasted our youth & threw
away our golden age to spend
in a castle of diamond eyes &
crystal hearts– we met our end
& i have to let you go this time,
for the last time, forever & ever;
there is no happy ending for us…

unfortunately never yours,

—  her words cursed my ears / to whom it may concern / part 7

Set in the near-future, Leo (Alexander Skarsgård) is a bartender living in the pulsing city of Berlin. Because of a childhood accident, Leo lost the ability to speak and the only good thing in his life is his beautiful girlfriend Naadirah (Seyneb Saleh). When she vanishes without a trace, Leo’s search for her takes him deep into the city’s seedy underbelly. A pair of wise-cracking American surgeons (Paul Rudd and Justin Theroux) are the only recurring clue and Leo is forced to take on this teeming underworld in order to find his love.

The first look at Duncan JonesMute.

Fic: Thieves’ Tools [Vex, Vax | 7700 words]

(no spoilers; set pre-series)

[AO3 | FFN | More Fic]

Two weeks after they found the ruins of their hometown, when the mire of misery had finally been pushed back by all the practical concerns that came with no reliable source of income, Vex sat down across from her brother, slammed a flawless turquoise gemstone onto the table, and said, “I’d like to hire us for a bit of thievery.”

Thieves’ Tools

Vax stared at her; the artful hollows of his cheeks and bruised darkness beneath his eyes did little to mask his baffled expression. “You’d like to what?”

Vex tapped one quick-bitten nail against the top of the gem, then thought better of it when someone from the next table glanced over. Perfect prop though it was, she let the hunk of turquoise disappear into its usual home in the pouch at her side. “I’d like to hire us to steal something. Wake up, brother. I’ve got us a job.”

In response, Vax made a sound somewhere along the lines of a constipated night-owl and took a long swig of ale from his mug. Vex watched him, waiting patiently, then kicked him under the table when he took a bit too long. He sputtered, swiping at his face with one threadbare sleeve. “Ow. Don’t make me spill, it’s not like we can afford another.”

Unless she was very much mistaken, that was a glint of real annoyance in his voice. Good. “A job, Vax.”

“I heard you the first time. But you giving yourself money isn’t generally how this works.”

“The gem, Vax. I’ll sell the gem.”

It took him a moment. She watched his mind’s clockwork, rusted from a fortnight of inactivity, slowly grind back into motion. His brow furrowed, and she knew she’d finally got his attention when his fingers started tapping nervously against the table’s edge. “You’ve had that gem for ages. You wouldn’t even sell it when Trinket started eating us out of house and home, before he learned to forage for himself.”

Vex was positively itching to pull the turquoise back out of her pouch, but there was no sense drawing unwanted attention. “I said I was saving it up for something important. This is it. I’d like to hire us.”

Scratching at his shoulder, Vax stared up at the ceiling for a moment before looking back to her. His fingers took up their tapping again. “To do what, exactly?”

“To steal.”

He sighed. “To steal what, exactly?”

“Well, that’s part of it.” She leaned across the table, lowered her voice theatrically; in spite of himself, he leaned closer to hear. “I’m paying for secrecy. I can tell you where, and I can tell you when, and I think I can even tell you what to expect in terms of security, though of course I bow to your expertise when it comes to drawing secrets from the seedy underbelly of society.”

His lips twitched. “The seedy underbelly of society?”

“Why not? You’re certainly looking seedy, anyway. When’s the last time you bathed?”

“I’m not the one who spends all her time living with a bear in the woods.” He shifted back in his seat, somehow dodging her next under-table kick. “Listen, Vex'ahlia, I appreciate the thought, but you don’t have to invent an adventure to get me out of wallowing.”

“Ooh. Look who thinks so highly of himself. Believe it or not, brother, this has nothing to do with you. If you won’t take the job, I’ll find someone who will.” And damn it, how much longer would her voice take on that telltale quaver every time she raised it?

Vax curled back a little, rubbing his brow. “You’re serious. Is it dangerous?”

She jutted out her chin, waited until he was looking her in the eyes. “Probably.”

“And you’re going to do it with or without me?”


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Mulholland Drive from A-Z

Critics are quick to label David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive (2001) as a neo-noir (a fitting homage to the noir style that also modernizes its concepts). Classifying Mulholland Drive as such is an oversimplification, however, because it minimizes the importance of the broader, conceptual messages that Lynch was attempting to incorporate into his narrative. Mulholland Drive is, in essence, a cautionary tale about the power of projection and the psyche. The way we daydream and imagine a bright future for ourselves can heavily affect how we lead our lives. How we imagine ourselves in this “ideal future” factors into the decisions we make for ourselves. This film is a commentary on how such idealistic dreams can be broken and how we sometimes must escape from reality to cope with the concrete nature of the world around us.

As this film’s 15th anniversary quickly approaches, I thought it might be fun to analyze the film by segmenting the different aspects into letters of the alphabet, with each section dedicated to a different argument about a specific aspect of the film. These sections orbit around the theme just discussed; that while David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive may possess easily identifiably noir conventions, upon closer interrogation the codes of the noir fall at the wayside in favor of a deeper message about the psychological nature of movies and acting and how an internalized fantasy can manifest itself in psychological torture and mental betrayal.

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Another New Fic! (J2 RPF AU)

A new angst coming on the 12th!

Written for the J2 SPN Big Bang!

Come What May: San Francisco, mid-2000’s. Jared is fresh off the bus, a wild-eyed dreamer from Texas searching for fame and romance. He gets into a friendship with the eccentric Misha and his gang of aspiring theatre folks, allowing them to introduce him into the seedy underbelly of the performance world. Along the way, Jared falls madly in love with the star of the failing Castro theatre, Jensen. But there’s another man out for Jensen’s affections - the rich, powerful, and sadistic Jeffrey. Based as an AU of the 2001 film Moulin Rouge!, Jared and Jensen’s story is the greatest love story ever told – and the greatest tragedy of this modern era.

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Explore the seedy underbelly of New York from the safety of your home when Bag Boy Lover Boy is released on Blu-ray and DVD on July 25 via Severin Films. It’s currently available on VOD.

The 2014 indie horror-comedy marks the feature debut of director Andres Torres. Theodore Bouloukos, Jon Wachter, and Kathy Biehl star.

The special features, trailer, and synopsis are below.

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